When writing my Hiraeth, I did it on my own with the memories I have of my aunt Carol. Even though I was at a young age, I still have the best memories of her. I think the hardest part of the writing process was having to bring back all the memories of her and wanting to relive that time over again. While sitting In my bedroom looking through old photos and reminiscing the good times, I felt it was the best time to write my Hiraeth. I wrote it when it was quiet and night time and I could hear the late night crickets out of my window. I chose to write about my aunt carol because I always enjoyed her company and always loved to see that smile on her face. When writing about her, it makes me cry with tears of joy/ sadness because we all loved her and miss her dearly. Writing about her makes me feel like I will never forget. When writing I like to follow the six step plan of who, what, when, where, why. how. It keeps my writing organized and it feels a lot more planned out.
My mommom's house, my aunt Carol standing at the counter with my mommom making tomato jelly. The smell of sweet jersey tomatoes and the laughter of two woman with the weight lifted off their shoulders, even if it's just a few minutes. My uncle Rob is sitting in the living room watching television and mesmerizing my little brother with simple YouTube tricks. She had the biggest grin on her face, "you could see it from a mile away." When the tomato jelly was done we would get to taste it, on a great piece of sarcone roll. We even got to take home a jar of our own. She was the absolute sweetest person you would ever meet, she loved you even if she didn't know you. She had the best hugs and funniest stories and she made my mommom so happy and filled with joy. Just seeing my mommom that happy was the best feeling in the world. She never wanted to leave my mommom's house because she never wanted to stop having fun. In the summer, late afternoon she would come over our house and take a dip in the pool. She loved that the best. She was a women you could share anything with and she will always support you no matter what. I loved her, we all did.
Hiraeth; longing for one's homeland. Going back to a place you, maybe once knew, or something you wish you once had. For some, it could be a memory that you wish, didn't end, or a window, where your looking at something you never had. Everything eventually ends, and what you once had, will never come back. It's unfortunate, and it hurts but it's the truth and the truth hurts. Everyone wants what they don't have, no matter what it is. It could be money, love, attention, popularity, fame. People (usually) are never happy with what they have, we always need more. I think the problem with people today is that they focus on what they need more than what they have, until what they have Is gone. When what we had is gone, we then wish we had it back and we dwell on that, when all along we had it right in our face. I wish for my aunt Carol to be here again, collecting all her antiques and crocheting sweaters for her cats and her dolls. I want her back making my mommom laugh again.
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